Chapter 173 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's POV

As the door swung open, we both stared at each other in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes - Tristen, the Tristen that I'd run away from, was standing in the hotel room I had rung the bell for.

I stood there, frozen in shock, as Tristen's angry gaze bore into me. It had been five long years since I'd run away from the pack, leaving everything behind without a second thought. It had been five years since I saw him or anyone from the pack. It had been five years since I'd heard that voice or seen those eyes. I thought I had closed that chapter of my life. I thought I was through with that phase, I thought it was a new beginning for me and I would no longer be reminded of my past, but now..

Now, here he was, standing in front of me, his eyes blazing with fury and anger.

Tristen was here; I stood there, my foot rooted in the ground. I never thought I would ever see him again. He looked different; he didn't look like the high schooler from five years ago. He had changed; even his aura was different. He looked taller, more fit, in better shape, and more handsome than I'd remembered.

My mind raced as I tried to process this unexpected situation. I had thought I was safe; I felt I had escaped, that I had left the pack and its history and everything that held me back. But now, here I was, face to face with the past I had tried to escape.

Panic set in, and I tried to turn and run, but Tristen was too quick.

It was like he read my mind, predicted, and knew what I was about to do. His reflexes were too fast, his moves too smooth for me to stop or avoid. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room, slamming the door shut behind us. I felt a surge of fear as he spun me around to face him, his grip on my arm tightening.

My heart was racing in fear; his face was right in front of mine. This man, I couldn't deny it; Tristen looked as attractive as ever. Over the five years I had run and lived in the foreign pack, I had never found anyone as handsome as Tristen, nor did I find myself attracted to any male or get involved in any romantic or sexual relationship with anyone.

"Tristen" I breathed out in disbelief. I thought I was dreaming until he grabbed my hands and pinned me to the door. I wasn't dreaming; I didn't need anyone to pinch me for me to know this was real. Tristen was real, I wasn't imagining things or hallucinating; he was real and standing right In front of me.

"Priscilla!" It came out harsh, and I shivered and flinched involuntarily. "Why did you run away, Priscilla?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I tried to shake off his hold, but he only gripped me tighter. "It's not your business, Tristen," I spat, trying to sound braver than I felt.

His face turned red with rage, and he shook me hard. "Not my business?" he repeated, his voice rising. "What do you mean it's not my business! Don't annoy me. We had a deal, and you just disappeared without a word. You left us wondering what had happened to you if you were alive."

I felt a bit embarrassed on hearing his words. I had left without explanation, knowing that

"You were pregnant with my child, Priscilla. How could you leave with my child? Did you think I wouldn't care? Did you think I wouldn't want to know what happened to my flesh and blood?" He almost yelled at me. "Do you know how worried I was for both you and our unborn child? Do you know how many days I spent searching for you? Do you know how many times I broke down because of you? Do you know how many times I fell into depression? Not even a note or warning, how could you be so wicked? How could you be so inconsiderate, Priscilla?" I felt terrible as he said those words to me. I could feel the anger and pain in his voice as he spoke, and looked like he was holding back and trying not to say what would hurt me.

I felt worse and more embarrassed. I had forgotten that Tristen didn't know the truth. I had been so focused on escaping the pack that I hadn't thought about how my actions would affect him. I never knew how much he truly cared about Trevor and me. He never showed any feeling of care or love towards me until the day we found out I was pregnant.

I did it for him, I did it because I felt guilty. I did it because I didn't want to hold him back. I bit my lips and averted my gaze. How was I supposed to tell him that? How was I supposed to make him understand?

"It was my child too, Tristen," I said, trying to stand my ground. "And as an adult, I had the right to make decisions about my own body and my own life. I didn't want to be tied down to the pack, and I didn't want to raise a child in that environment."

"Do you realize how stupid you sound right now?" He chuckled darkly, his grip on me tightening even more and I let out a little groan, making him know he was hurting me, but he ignored me and pretended like he didn't think he was hurting me.

"You're hurting me," I spoke out. His reduced his grip on my wrist but his eyes kept on glaring at me.

"What you feel is nowhere near how I felt when I learned you were missing with our child. Do you have no conscience at all? No heart? How could you? I promised to take care of you, too, to take responsibility for everything." He sounded heartbroken, and I looked down. I knew I had hurt Tristen, but I didn't think I hurt him this much.

"I'm sorry"

"I don't need your apology!" He interrupted me.

Tristen's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Where is my child?" he demanded, his voice boiling with anger and his aura filled with dominance. "It's been five years, Priscilla—five years since you disappeared with my child. I thought you were dead or worse. And now, here you are, alive and well, and you're telling me you had the right to make decisions about my child?"

"My child, too," I shot back.

"Where is he? Let me see him or her. Take me to my child now. You owe me that, Priscilla; I at least deserve to see my child," Tristen said, and my eyes widened. No, I couldn't let him meet Trevor. He would recognize him as his son immediately as Trevor looked exactly like Tristen.

There was no doubt he was his son, but I couldn't let Trevor meet his father. I was being selfish, yes, but I couldn't let Tristen take my son away from me. No, never!

I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for the fallout. "I lost him, Tristen," I said.